It's my first blogging day, yay! There is now a blogspot, a place in this crazy little cyber world, with my name on it which I actually created myself. Pretty amazing don't you think?!
Naturally for my first post I wanted to write about something great, something really exciting and something that makes me delightfully happy and content. And here it is. Jumprope. In short, I'm loving it.
This morning I got out of bed filled with enthusiasm, I couldn't wait to get my skipping rope and I down to the local park to happily skip away the morning. I even forgo my morning cup of coffee I was that exicted. I got to the park. I streched. I jogged a little to warm up, got some tunes going, reached for the skipping rope, and began....
I couldn't go more than thirty seconds without a miss. Seventeen jumps in a row, miss. Seven jumps, miss. Twenty-eight jumps, miss. Two jumps, miss. The inconsistency was killing me- killing my rhythm, my endorphin high, my self-respect. If I'm this uncoordinated, I thought, why not chuck the rope and go back to bed? Not as productive, but at least I'll have a stress-free morning and and a chance to read magazines.
All in all I jumped rope for twenty minutes, before I realised that maybe I did need that morning cup of coffee after all. Coordination is key to skipping, and perhaps I just cannot be coordinated without the help of a little caffeine. Sometimes enthusiasim just is not enough. Although endless, uninterupted skipping just was not going to happen this morning, I still smiled the whole way home. I'm smiling now just thinking about how many jumps I might be able to do tomorrow. Thirty? No no, definately forty. Could I push myself to fifty?! Oh the obsession begins...
So no, this morning was not my finest display of skipping, but within a short time I'm sure I'll find myself moving confidently through the ropes with a sense of accomplishment and creativity. That's the plan. I will, of course, keep you posted!
